Chapter 41 (please collect)

The beast is divided into three grades, the most primitive beast, the mutant beast, and the already psychic guardian beast. The most common is the beast. If the top strong man raises a certain beast and promotes its evolution in different ways, it will become a mutant beast.

Once the mutant beast resolves its wildness and produces spirituality, it will evolve into a guardian beast and become a real spirit between heaven and earth.

Mu Zifeng took the two tiger kings back to Xiaoya's house and rebuilt a small shed next to the house. With the help of the villagers, it was completed quickly. There are also many healing herbs in Mujia Village, which can be used just right.

During the day, he carried two tiger kings into a deep mountain not far from the fishing village. In the evening, he would come back and bring back one or two large animals.

The villagers who had doubted the power of Mu Zifeng were silent when they saw him dragging an adult black bear back for three days. An adult black bear is sometimes more horrible than a mountain king tiger, but those blind bears have their heads twisted, and other places are intact, which only shows a problem. When those blind bears come into Mu Zifeng's hands, they become ducklings.

Half a month later, the wounds on the two tiger kings gradually healed, and there was a earth-shaking roar from time to time in the jungle.

"Wow." A figure passed through the dense forest, bringing a gust of wind. An adult wild boar running ahead crashed into a wall. Mu Zifeng's real body appeared. It was a hand that blocked it. That hand had magic, and two sharp arch teeth were cut off several sections.

"There's another big meal tonight." Mu Zifeng kicked out, and the more than 400 catties of wild boar flew out. Then he saw a tiger king flying up and wanted to kill the pig's neck.

"That's good. You two are doing well. Let's go." Mu Zifeng walked over, and the two tiger kings squatted obediently, opened their big mouths, spit out their scarlet tongues, and stared at him with a pair of tiger eyes.

Mu Zifeng grabbed the pig's leg, jumped, and walked through the dense forest, accompanied by two tiger kings.

"Brother Zifeng, you're back. There's something wrong with the little girl." Before Mu Zifeng arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw a young man walking around the entrance of the village and was very anxious. Seeing Mu Zifeng appear with a wild boar, he quickly ran forward and shouted.

As for the huge tiger king behind him, there is no timidity. These days, everyone in Mujia Village knows that these two invincible kings of beasts have been subdued, and two kittens happened to be cleverly.

As soon as he heard that Xiaoya had an accident, Mu Zifeng's body accelerated, the earth exploded, and a deep pit appeared. With the help of this foot, he expanded 70 or 80 meters in an instant, and several flashes disappeared.

"My God, Brother Zifeng is so powerful." The young man was stunned. Suddenly, he felt a chill rising behind his back. He looked back and looked at the two tiger kings. "Oh, my God, it's deadly."

When Mu Zifeng returned to Uncle Mu's house, he heard crying inside. He went in and saw that Xiaoya lay pale **, and her left arm was covered with bandages. Uncle Mu sat by the bed with red eyes and endured tears. It was the other girls of the same age in the village who cried in a low voice, and the boys were furious.

The old patriarch sat in a chair smoking dry smoke while shaking his head and sighing.

"Uncle Mu, let me take a look at Xiaoya's injury."

Knowing that Mu Zifeng was not an ordinary person, Uncle Mu quickly got out of his way, "Zifeng, please."

Mu Zifeng does not know medical skills, but he is very researched about the meridian qi and blood of the human body. A finger is put on Xiaoya's wrist, and the open acupoint of his fingertips gently moves, and a softness comes out. He felt it quietly and said with relief, "Uncle Mu, don't worry. Except for the serious injury to her left arm, Xiaoya is normal."

"Zifeng, can Xiaoya's arm be completely sharp? The person who sent her back said that Xiaoya's left arm was almost scrapped, and even the best medicine would leave a disability. Hey, the old man didn't do anything immoral in his life. Why did he suffer such retribution? The old patriarch was depressed and sighed repeatedly.

"The old patriarch is relieved. I'll treat Xiaoya's injury. However, there is a lack of high-quality healing herbs in the village, so I need to go to the city. Mu Zifeng comforted, "But how did Xiaoya get hurt? Who did it so viciously?"

"Zifeng, we really don't know about this matter. It seems to have something to do with the competition between the four martial arts museums. I heard from the people who sent Xiaoya back that even the owner of Liu was injured, and Xiaoya was poisoned to protect her master. Uncle Mu stopped talking and looked at the old patriarch sitting there with an embarrassed face.

"Uncle Mu, Xiaoya has hurt her vitality. You go and stew the wild boar and make a pot of thick soup for Xiaoya. I'll go to the city and come back in the evening. Mu Zifeng reached out and took off the sword hanging on the wall. When he competed with Tuo Xiaogong that day, fortunately, Guixi's sword was tightly tied to his back, otherwise he would have drifted 2,000 miles all the way, and Guixi's sword would have been lost long ago.

"Zifeng, are you sure?"

At this time, the old patriarch suddenly stood up, with a straight waist, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "The old man, I have also slaughtered several blind bears in my life. Seeing that half of my body has fallen into the loess, I never thought that my granddaughter has been harmed like this. I can't breathe. How can I sleep in the future?"

"Dad, you can't go." Uncle Mu was shocked.

"Old patriarch, you can't go. Let's go." The young men of the Mu family in the room were all excited.

Seeing the old man's posture of not giving up, Mu Zifeng nodded, "The old patriarch will go with me and lead the way. The rest of the people stay in the village and are not allowed to make trouble.

There was a carriage in the village. Originally, he wanted to take a carriage into the city, but Mu Zifeng held a mass of anger in his heart. As soon as he came out of the room and grabbed the old patriarch's arm, his three breaths disappeared. As soon as they disappeared, they heard a ghost crying and howling, "Brother Zifeng, save me, I'm going to die."

The people in the village quickly gathered and saw the Mu family disciple who reported the news stumble into the village. Not far behind him, but the two tiger heads followed leisurely. When they reached the entrance of the village, they lay down and lazily basked in the sun.

Seeing this scene, everyone was relieved. They were afraid that without Zifeng's suppression, the two tiger kings were wild.

"Zifeng, that is Xingyang City, and the Liujia Martial Arts Museum is in the eastern area."

The Mulu patriarch's tone was a little more respectful, and today he understood what a master is. Usually, it takes them at least an hour to go to the city to sell fish in a carriage, but this boy takes himself and runs like flying, not even a quarter of the time.

"Old patriarch, let's go to the city."

Xingyang City is not big, similar to Xirong, but it is much more prosperous than Xirong. It is close to the capital and the river waterway, so the business is very popular.

The two soon arrived in front of the Liu Family Martial Arts Museum. The two stone lions at the gate were disabled, and the signboard of the Martial Arts Hall at the door was also divided into several pieces. Pedestrians detoured far away, because there were ten hardcover men with knives lined up at the door, and they were afraid of accidentally causing death.

"Zifeng, they are disciples of the Wang Family Martial Arts Museum."

Mu Zifeng nodded and walked over first.

"Get out of here, close to ten meters without mercy." A force disciple with a fleshy face stared and roared. Seeing that Mu Zifeng did not mean to stop, he immediately showed a ferocious smile and drew his knife and rushed up. "Kid, you can't be a hero with a sword."

Seeing that the knife was about to come, Mu Zifeng gently grabbed it and shook it gently. The big knife in his hand suddenly broke into more than ten knots. Pointing out a little at the other party's eyebrows, the guy suddenly collapsed to the ground and was breathless.

A small situation of force is no different from ants in Mu Zifeng's eyes. He opened the sky hole with his finger and poked it out with one finger. Even a piece of fine steel would be poked out of a hole. Just now, he made it soft and could not see the injury on the outside. In fact, the inside of the deceased's head had become a paste.

"Who are you? You actually killed my disciple of the Wang family's martial arts school. Go and report to the owner of the museum." The disciples guarding the door finally saw that the man was extraordinary. Just the appearance of killing people like drinking water knew that big trouble was coming. One of them turned around and was about to go in. As soon as he walked three steps, he fell to the ground with a plop. A blood hole appeared in his heart, and the edges and corners of a stone were still exposed.

"No, let's go." The remaining eight people suddenly panicked and rushed to run in.

Mu Zifeng snorted softly, stamped his feet and kicked, and saw more than a dozen stones shot out. The eight people fell to the ground almost screaming and died at the same time.

In just a few breaths, the originally murderous disciples of the martial arts school became lonely ghosts in a blink of an eye.

What happened here immediately shocked the pedestrians coming and going in the distance and came to give advice.

The patriarch Mu Lao clucked his teeth. I really didn't see that this boy was so fierce that he killed the other party when he met.

"Old patriarch, you are so kind." Mu Zifeng looked back at the old patriarch with an ugly face. I'm afraid his grandfather has never seen such a bloody scene. It seems to be a mistake to bring him here today.

"Well, the ancestors are the best tiger hunters. If we don't have any blood and courage in our unworthy descendants, we will be ashamed of our ancestors and face them after death." Mu Lao patriarch suddenly laughed twice, "It's really happy, happy. Zifeng, after you go in, if you are not defeated, you will escape first and go back to Mujia Village to inform you.

How can the descendants of the Tiger Hunter have no blood and courage! This sentence made Mu Zifeng's heart boil, and he smiled brightly, "Old patriarch, you hide behind me later. If they don't know each other, kill them all."

The scream at the door had already shocked the people inside. As soon as Mu Zifeng entered the martial arts hall, he saw more than a dozen disciples in three kinds of martial arts uniforms rushing out, including disciples from explosive power.

"Give you a chance to live, get far away."

"The body has condensed momentum and is a warrior in the realm of divine power. Be careful." A martial artist in the explosive realm reached out his hand to stop the disciple who was shouting to kill.

Mu Zifeng looked at the man and turned out to be a female disciple in her twenties, but this person had a little vision. You should know that your cultivation is different, and it is the promotion of external skills driven by practicing qi and blood, but from the surface, if you are not a martial arts master with profound cultivation, you can't distinguish it at all. Especially after rushing through the ten-finger opening of the sky cave, his body was refined again, and his skin became whiter and more moist. He looked like a noble man who raised his dignity.

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